1/2 the story of man
Wats a word to a dictionary
Open heart surgery
Lost memory
Discarded past,lust filled dreams it's all too blind
can never see
Wats it all worth
The cost of a word is diminished from birth
Puberty to adolescence yet never learned a lesson yet
It's all just what it's not suppose to be
Ive seen what I wasn't allowed
Was already punished so now I'm speaking out loud...
Words speak volumes like sequels it's all just
sequential to the believer....
Beliebers blinded no see through
The truths always hiding yet it's never fully silent...
If we knew the history behind every word
We'd be writing one word poems and still
Our emotions would forever be hiding...
Love...
Forever climbing through my mind trying to get relevant...
But I can never see beyond my past I'm
heaven bent, heaven sent,
Words cover the page of this desolate body...
(To speak volumes to it alone...
Just too bad when they start talking nobody's home...)
Never celibate, but as I delineate this my
My message becomes reliant on the client
At hand... But here in this poem
you'll find more than 50 stories at hand...
Only if you could understand
That here in this poem truly lyes...
Half the story of man...
Trying to be sublime...
But I'm only one man...
What a crime...